Oh Blistering cold with frigid white encase this rather unique seeming egg. No gloss touches any angle, though shadows play havoc giving the shell the appearance of being three speres instead of one. A circle of darkness rest upon the top beneath a swirl of paper like bits. Softened by a fog or perhaps a sweeping blizzard of shimmering flecks are coal dark markings that give a blank stare paired with a lopsided grin. In the center of it all is a glowing splash of orange, lighting the way through the cold.
Searching out the Truth Green
Born from the jungle canopy, the deep green hues cling, casting the majority of her sleek, strong form into shadow, creating the perfect prowler. Gathering in force at the edge of her snubbed, blocky muzzle, jungle hues burst forth, erupting over stunted headknobs, enveloping the short structures in darkness, continuing their takeover of her well-muscled neck. Only at her wide shoulders does resistance first begin to appear, as streaks of sunlight filter through the canopy, settling yellow hues in stripes across her form, stripes that curve around her barrel-list chest, pooling along the center line of her belly, bright like a jungle clearing amongst the darkness of the woods. And yet, the brightness cannot penetrate far; layers of green - fern and hunter, forest and spring vie for dominance along her sides, continuing along her short, thick tail and short, well-formed limbs, anchored in the dark mahogany of her talons. The same leafy hues cling to oversized wingsails, darker spars like thick branches for support, only the trailing edge of the sail showing a bit of light, as sunlight attempts to burn its way through.